dear diary,

tampa was fun, watched a lot of forensic files and river monsters, ate alligator, suffered unbearably boring meetings, reread least of all possible mistakes

also it was hot and rained a lot

our dinner discussion yesterday, when it wasn’t concerned with the vagaries of security assistance to greater blarghistan, examined the probable connection between tampa’s status as the world capital for both strip clubs and lightning strikes

officialcadbane:

ohsebs:

ohsebs:

ohsebs:

my nurse just came in to check my vitals and I told him to fight me from beneath a mountain pillows. He just moved my pillows and told me maybe later.

he just came in again and when I tried to tell him to fight me again I started coughing and I couldn’t breathe and then then he just smiled and told he won’t fight me because he knows I’d win

Apparently I seduced him with my drool and terrible lungs because he wrote his number on a coffee from the giftshop under “fight me?”

Imagine your OTP

apocalypse-patisserie:

MEANWHILE, when is SPN gonna decide that Sam is allowed to have

  • a best friend
  • a life
  • meaningful relationships outside his brother
  • relationships without mourning at their center
  • relationships based on health and happiness
  • romantic attraction and some dates at least ffs
  • a texting buddy
  • CLOTHES HE LOOKS COMFORTABLE IN???
  • a hobby or something i mean goddamn
  • i don’t even care about dogs and i recognize that Sam needs a dog
  • a fucking vacation

Seriously. I am absolutely serious here and require some damn answers.